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			<title>Existence</title>
			<description>Though it may seem that the troubles of young children are not so much a speck as compared to those of adults, I say we should think again. Even an eleven year old girl can be a sea of emotions.</description>
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			<title>As the years fly by...</title>
			<description>Keeping aside the things you want to do, to live your life according to the wishes of others isn't good. After all, time flies mercilessly; people will come and go, but you've got only 1 life...</description>
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			<title>The Little Angel</title>
			<description>A poem from my book, 'MIROIR'.
A young girl approaches the poet with a picnic basket on a warm evening...</description>
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